The Kukri

From the first clash of steel to our last breath in the smoke-filled arenas of CS2, there has been one thing that binds us — not just victory, not just bloodshed… but love. The kind of love forged in fire, curved like our sacred blade, the Kukri.

This knife is not merely steel — it is our soul. A symbol of ferocity and precision. Like our plays, it curves with purpose. Like our loyalty, it never rusts. Every time it gleams in the heat of battle, it whispers the names of my dearest comrades… you.

We are more than a group. We are a tribe. A brotherhood. A clan of digital bladesmen, forged in lag, tempered by loss, and sharpened by clutch moments. When the world mocks our love for edge, for intensity, for the thrill of a blade kill… we rise, together. Side by side, Kukri in hand, souls on fire.